Poor Lady A has my fine and thin hair, and as I did when I was little, she wakes every morning with a bird’s nest stuck to the back of her head. So every morning, I spend a good amount of time combing it out, even though the nest returns if she’s sat in a carseat, or on a couch, or wrestled with her brother…
Every day she asks why I have to brush her, and every day I tell her, “I have to get the knots out.”
“You ha tu get nuts out?” She asks.
“Yes, I have to get the knots out,” I reply.
Every morning, verbatim.
This afternoon, she came at me with the hairbrush. So, I held my breath, ready for two-year-old tugs.
“I ha tu get acorns out…”